Post by axelxgabriel on May 26, 2010 23:29:41 GMT -5
Name: Angel Lanford
Age: 22
Appearance:
When out at night or on his "jobs" he also wears a dark-red leather jacket
Race: Human
Personality: Surprisingly cool. It changes based on the situation, but no matter what he always seems to keep his cool. He could be ready to burst with rage, yet all it does is add more "colorful" language in his speaking. Yet to normal people, this could be seen as being cold.
The only other time he seems emotional is when he's slightly upset/depressed when things don't go his way, but it would be a VERY unwise decision to think he is vulnerable in this state. He also often refers to other people as "humans" as he doesn't consider himself one.
Weapon:Twin Custom Made .45 Handguns
A special custom designed knife that he normally keeps sheathed
Abilities: Very capable twin handgun and knife fighter, above average hand to hand combat, as well as excellent acrobatic skills. Although his actual strength is average at best.
Team:Highest Bidder
Materia: Seal, Ice, Gravity, Poison and Exit
History: ((WARNING: GRAPHICALLY INTENSIVE))
To say that Angel is damaged goods would barely be scratching the surface. He had an wealthy childhood with a loving mother and father that raised him right and not spoiled. Yet sometime after his 4th birthday all hell broke loose. He was walking through his home like normal when his parents suddenly came bursting through the front door, his mother grabbed him tightly as his father brandished a shotgun. His father shouted for his mother to get Angel upstairs. The last thing Angel saw was his father firing shots outside the open door.
They made their way up stairs and into Angel's room. His mother gently put him down and placed him inside the closet and spoke softly, "Listen honey, they don't know about you. As long as you stay quiet in the closet, they can't find you ok?" Angel shook his head back and forth "No Mommy! I'm scared!" His mother then had to make a snap decision. She immediately regretted it, but she rather her son hated her then have him die. She pulled out a roll of duct tape that was lying on the floor at the time, took off a piece and placed it over his mouth. She closed the closet door as Angel huddled against the back as much as possible.
The door was one of those shutter doors, so they were actually open a slit, letting the poor child see the horrifying sight that was to occur. His father was dragged in by two men weildins guns. Right after them was a fatter man with a scar across his eye, yet his eye still seem to work. The fatter man ordered the suit man to keep an eye on Angel's father as he said quote "had a little fun". The fatter man immediately pulled out a single barrel shot gun, walked over to Angel's mother and ripped off her clothes.
One of the men holding the father let go as the other slammed him to the floor and held him down as he kept his head up to look forward. Keeping her forced down despite her thrashing and wailing, the fat man with the help of one of the goons, began to literally rape the mother with the barrel of the shotgun. The father begged for this atrocity to stop, but the man holding him down pistol whipped him across the back of his head to shut him up. He continued to goad the woman with talk of "getting close to blowing his top" and "bursting with excitement". The only good news in this, was that the death was instantaneous.
The father was both livid and sorrowful as he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs in anger, yet streams of tears poured down his face. The fat man brought up still hot yet moist barrel of the shot gun and held it under the father's chin as it burned his lower jaw. The fat man seemed to chuckle as he said out loud, "Oh? Feeling a little regretful now Paulie? Well this is what mother fuckers like you get when they mess with me! You should be thankful to me, I gave this room a free fucking paint job with your whore's guts Hahahahahahahahaha!" The fat man brought down the gun "But you? You're the one who hurt me first after EVERYTHING I gave you, you fucking piece of shit! You stole my trust, and you stole my respect. And when blood takes from blood someone always pays. I consider this evening the score. At least... one half of it."
As if it was the cue to continue the horror, a third man entered the room, carrying a chainsaw. He handed it over to the fat man as he chuckled sickly as he started up the horrible sound of the rust blade began to whirl around and around. "You know what your problem was? You never learned to listen! You thought you could become me! The world doesn't fucking work that way! Maybe as your limbs are removed piece by piece, it might finally stick." The three goons held down the father as he could only scream from clear and slowly to painfully and very weak as the fat man removed both the fathers arms and legs slowly off. The fat man knew despite all this, the father was still barely alive. With an angry smirk, the fat man hawked a wad of spit into the into the man's face. "You brought this on yourself Paulie, not me." And so to finish him off, the fat man shoved the roaring chainsaw painfully slowly into the fathers abdomen.
The three men left the site of the carnage laughing as one of the two men made a joke about how they need a bath after such a dirty job. Soon the house was just as quiet and empty as before it all started. Angel couldn't even move. His face was covered in tears and mucus as he had been crying the whole time, yet the tape over his mouth prevent him from crying out loud. A day or so later, police came to the scene to a horrifying sight: Young Angel had wrapped his dead mother's arms around him. That is, the arms of the upper half of her body. He looked up to the police with an almost dead look on his face as he was covered from head to toe in her dried blood "Shh... Mommy's sleeping..."
For fourteen years after that, Angel shifted from foster home to foster home. During these times, Angel showed the classic signs of sociopathic behavior: constant lying, difficulty around authority, desire to be alone constantly, and when no one was around he would torture neighborhood animals. He went in and out of mental institutions and was given many different pills to try to quell all of this. A breakthrough was made in his late teens where he started to possibly show some remorse for his actions. Yet the only thing this did was make him realize the monster he is, and made him even more apart from people.
Finally, when he turned eighteen and was no longer under the control of the foster program, he went out into the streets and made his way around. A few days after he entered the streets, in middle of the night, a mugger came out of an alley and threatened him for all his money with a knife. As if some of the rage over the years had suddenly exploded, Angel leaped upon the mugger like a madman and repeatedly smashed his skull onto the pavement.
Angel looked down at his hands as they were covered in blood, brain fluid and teared, matted hair. Normally, any person might be scared for their lives after killing a person. But not Angel. He reveled in it. A smile was on his face as he looked down on what he did. He even started laughing a bit at what he did. It was if for the first time in his life, he had actual power and control, that which he wanted so hard to regain. This was enough to catch the attention of a middle aged man named simply Shade. He was a hired hit man, and could see big promise in this kid. So, he approached him and made it clear that he knew that Angel wanted to spill blood. With the promise of having as many people he could kill at any time he wanted, Angel agreed to be his "student".
Angel learned all the tricks of the trade over the next four years. Taking contracts, making the kills as silent or gore-filled as possible, and above all else: never get caught. Because his lust for blood spilling was finally starting to be quelled he started to learn to trust people. Yet in this line of work, there was only two people he knew long enough to trust: Shade, and Mutilator Joe, the man Angel and Shade rely on to take care of the bodies. And to be fair, what people like these considered "trust" was far from whats stated in the dictionary.
The custom made guns that Angel carries with him were considered a "graduation" present from Shade as he had finally learned all that this twisted "Student-teacher" relationship could give. He uses them proficiently to make his targets stop running or suffer, yet he always makes it a point to finish his victims with his specially crafted (and costly ordered) knife. When Shade asked him once where he came up with the design, Angel merely stated that it just "came" to him from one of his nightmares.
With the lessons finally over, Angel now marks himself as a free contract killer, taking contracts on his own and planning things extensively so that it always end his way. Yet every now and then if things are slow, he'll go back to Shade to see if there are any spare hits that need accomplished and he'll always have to go back to Mutilator Joe to dispose of the bodies. To many normal people, this whole accomplishment would be considered sick and a contorted way of life, yet at this stage even Angel knows he is too far gone from "normal" people to ever change. However, even if he was offered the chance to change, he would never go for it, as he has way too much fun in this life.
Age: 22
Appearance:
When out at night or on his "jobs" he also wears a dark-red leather jacket
Race: Human
Personality: Surprisingly cool. It changes based on the situation, but no matter what he always seems to keep his cool. He could be ready to burst with rage, yet all it does is add more "colorful" language in his speaking. Yet to normal people, this could be seen as being cold.
The only other time he seems emotional is when he's slightly upset/depressed when things don't go his way, but it would be a VERY unwise decision to think he is vulnerable in this state. He also often refers to other people as "humans" as he doesn't consider himself one.
Weapon:Twin Custom Made .45 Handguns
A special custom designed knife that he normally keeps sheathed
Abilities: Very capable twin handgun and knife fighter, above average hand to hand combat, as well as excellent acrobatic skills. Although his actual strength is average at best.
Team:Highest Bidder
Materia: Seal, Ice, Gravity, Poison and Exit
History: ((WARNING: GRAPHICALLY INTENSIVE))
To say that Angel is damaged goods would barely be scratching the surface. He had an wealthy childhood with a loving mother and father that raised him right and not spoiled. Yet sometime after his 4th birthday all hell broke loose. He was walking through his home like normal when his parents suddenly came bursting through the front door, his mother grabbed him tightly as his father brandished a shotgun. His father shouted for his mother to get Angel upstairs. The last thing Angel saw was his father firing shots outside the open door.
They made their way up stairs and into Angel's room. His mother gently put him down and placed him inside the closet and spoke softly, "Listen honey, they don't know about you. As long as you stay quiet in the closet, they can't find you ok?" Angel shook his head back and forth "No Mommy! I'm scared!" His mother then had to make a snap decision. She immediately regretted it, but she rather her son hated her then have him die. She pulled out a roll of duct tape that was lying on the floor at the time, took off a piece and placed it over his mouth. She closed the closet door as Angel huddled against the back as much as possible.
The door was one of those shutter doors, so they were actually open a slit, letting the poor child see the horrifying sight that was to occur. His father was dragged in by two men weildins guns. Right after them was a fatter man with a scar across his eye, yet his eye still seem to work. The fatter man ordered the suit man to keep an eye on Angel's father as he said quote "had a little fun". The fatter man immediately pulled out a single barrel shot gun, walked over to Angel's mother and ripped off her clothes.
One of the men holding the father let go as the other slammed him to the floor and held him down as he kept his head up to look forward. Keeping her forced down despite her thrashing and wailing, the fat man with the help of one of the goons, began to literally rape the mother with the barrel of the shotgun. The father begged for this atrocity to stop, but the man holding him down pistol whipped him across the back of his head to shut him up. He continued to goad the woman with talk of "getting close to blowing his top" and "bursting with excitement". The only good news in this, was that the death was instantaneous.
The father was both livid and sorrowful as he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs in anger, yet streams of tears poured down his face. The fat man brought up still hot yet moist barrel of the shot gun and held it under the father's chin as it burned his lower jaw. The fat man seemed to chuckle as he said out loud, "Oh? Feeling a little regretful now Paulie? Well this is what mother fuckers like you get when they mess with me! You should be thankful to me, I gave this room a free fucking paint job with your whore's guts Hahahahahahahahaha!" The fat man brought down the gun "But you? You're the one who hurt me first after EVERYTHING I gave you, you fucking piece of shit! You stole my trust, and you stole my respect. And when blood takes from blood someone always pays. I consider this evening the score. At least... one half of it."
As if it was the cue to continue the horror, a third man entered the room, carrying a chainsaw. He handed it over to the fat man as he chuckled sickly as he started up the horrible sound of the rust blade began to whirl around and around. "You know what your problem was? You never learned to listen! You thought you could become me! The world doesn't fucking work that way! Maybe as your limbs are removed piece by piece, it might finally stick." The three goons held down the father as he could only scream from clear and slowly to painfully and very weak as the fat man removed both the fathers arms and legs slowly off. The fat man knew despite all this, the father was still barely alive. With an angry smirk, the fat man hawked a wad of spit into the into the man's face. "You brought this on yourself Paulie, not me." And so to finish him off, the fat man shoved the roaring chainsaw painfully slowly into the fathers abdomen.
The three men left the site of the carnage laughing as one of the two men made a joke about how they need a bath after such a dirty job. Soon the house was just as quiet and empty as before it all started. Angel couldn't even move. His face was covered in tears and mucus as he had been crying the whole time, yet the tape over his mouth prevent him from crying out loud. A day or so later, police came to the scene to a horrifying sight: Young Angel had wrapped his dead mother's arms around him. That is, the arms of the upper half of her body. He looked up to the police with an almost dead look on his face as he was covered from head to toe in her dried blood "Shh... Mommy's sleeping..."
For fourteen years after that, Angel shifted from foster home to foster home. During these times, Angel showed the classic signs of sociopathic behavior: constant lying, difficulty around authority, desire to be alone constantly, and when no one was around he would torture neighborhood animals. He went in and out of mental institutions and was given many different pills to try to quell all of this. A breakthrough was made in his late teens where he started to possibly show some remorse for his actions. Yet the only thing this did was make him realize the monster he is, and made him even more apart from people.
Finally, when he turned eighteen and was no longer under the control of the foster program, he went out into the streets and made his way around. A few days after he entered the streets, in middle of the night, a mugger came out of an alley and threatened him for all his money with a knife. As if some of the rage over the years had suddenly exploded, Angel leaped upon the mugger like a madman and repeatedly smashed his skull onto the pavement.
Angel looked down at his hands as they were covered in blood, brain fluid and teared, matted hair. Normally, any person might be scared for their lives after killing a person. But not Angel. He reveled in it. A smile was on his face as he looked down on what he did. He even started laughing a bit at what he did. It was if for the first time in his life, he had actual power and control, that which he wanted so hard to regain. This was enough to catch the attention of a middle aged man named simply Shade. He was a hired hit man, and could see big promise in this kid. So, he approached him and made it clear that he knew that Angel wanted to spill blood. With the promise of having as many people he could kill at any time he wanted, Angel agreed to be his "student".
Angel learned all the tricks of the trade over the next four years. Taking contracts, making the kills as silent or gore-filled as possible, and above all else: never get caught. Because his lust for blood spilling was finally starting to be quelled he started to learn to trust people. Yet in this line of work, there was only two people he knew long enough to trust: Shade, and Mutilator Joe, the man Angel and Shade rely on to take care of the bodies. And to be fair, what people like these considered "trust" was far from whats stated in the dictionary.
The custom made guns that Angel carries with him were considered a "graduation" present from Shade as he had finally learned all that this twisted "Student-teacher" relationship could give. He uses them proficiently to make his targets stop running or suffer, yet he always makes it a point to finish his victims with his specially crafted (and costly ordered) knife. When Shade asked him once where he came up with the design, Angel merely stated that it just "came" to him from one of his nightmares.
With the lessons finally over, Angel now marks himself as a free contract killer, taking contracts on his own and planning things extensively so that it always end his way. Yet every now and then if things are slow, he'll go back to Shade to see if there are any spare hits that need accomplished and he'll always have to go back to Mutilator Joe to dispose of the bodies. To many normal people, this whole accomplishment would be considered sick and a contorted way of life, yet at this stage even Angel knows he is too far gone from "normal" people to ever change. However, even if he was offered the chance to change, he would never go for it, as he has way too much fun in this life.